Anyway, I was in this one part of the game where I was interrogating a suspect and I was typing, "Ask about knife", "Ask about killer", "Ask about prison", etc.
My father -- out of the clear blue -- says, "Ask about moonpies."
"What are moonpies?" I asked.
And thus the saga began.
It has been a running family joke ever since... something that my father and I have bonded over.
When I was a sophomore in high school... TEN YEARS AGO... I wrote a science fiction story called "Raiders of the Lost Moonpies". It was intended to be a series... but it never took off. Now that I'm so much older and wiser (obviously from eating moonpies), maybe I should try rewriting the stories. Might be fun.
Actually... I must confess something. I don't eat moonpies. I worship them.
That is all.